It doesn’t knock. It doesn’t ask. It just slips through the cracks. A smell, a song, a street corner, and suddenly — you’re there again. The world tells you: move on, fix it, let it go. But memory isn’t broken. And neither are you. Some things aren’t meant to...
It’s always there. But sometimes, it breaks through in ways that stop you in your tracks. A reflection in a puddle. A beam cutting through a dusty room. Colours spilling from a stained-glass window, turning a stone wall into something alive.Light moves. It bends. It...
We think it’s out there. Somewhere else. A place we haven’t reached, a life we haven’t lived, a version of ourselves we haven’t met yet. But what if freedom isn’t movement? What if it’s presence? You can leave, walk away, change your name, cross oceans— and still...
Change is never neat. It’s unfinished. Messy. In progress.We often think change means arriving. A finish line. A completed plan. But what if it’s about beginning? About stepping forward, even when the path isn’t clear?We don’t have to have it all figured out. Or be...
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